Chapter 546 492: Ji Shenyun Is Born, Target: Pei Yuhang

"Second, that God King's Remains Yuan Tianming went to Abyssal Sea Palace to find—I want that too! With it, I can not only return to the Peak of Tongsheng but also take another step forward and ascend through apotheosis!"

"Third... and the thing I want to do most right now, is to find that little bitch Qing Yueqiu, who broke her promise and stole my power!"

When Qing Yueqiu's name was mentioned, Ji Shenyun's face twisted, and a towering rage erupted in her eyes.

'I truly wonder what kind of expression that little girl will have on her face when we meet again, especially after she thought she'd said goodbye to me forever~'

Whenever Ji Shenyun thought about her descendant, Qing Yueqiu, who carried the blood of the Asura Race, and all the disrespectful things she'd done to her own ancestor, her chest tightened with anger.

"However, she's with Yuan Tianming right now. When Yuan Tianming separated me from Qing Yueqiu's body, he said he would send someone to help me escape. I suppose he has kept his promise..."

"Since that's the case, I'll give Yuan Tianming some face and won't go looking for trouble with Qing Yueqiu for the time being."

"However—"

Ji Shenyun's thin lips parted in a cruel smile.

"When a disciple does so many bad things, it's because their master taught them poorly! Therefore, the master must also repay the disciple's debts~"

"Qing Yueqiu, I'll go find that master you're so madly in love with first. Let him start repaying some of your debt for you!"

Pei Yuhang was Yuan Tianming's disciple and Qing Yueqiu's master.

'Capture him, and sooner or later, I'll be able to lure those two out!'

Thinking of this, Ji Shenyun looked to the east. That... was the direction of the Xuanyuan Dao Sect!

...

...

Night fell. Above Xuanyuan City of the Dao Sect, brilliant lights glittered and the air was filled with the clamor of music and song.

Countless Spirit Birds spread their wings across the sky. Every one of their feathers flowed with a radiant glow, shifting through a kaleidoscope of colors—one moment like dew on jade, the next like molten gold.

The Spirit Birds soared and tumbled under the moonlight. Their formations would spiral into the shape of a giant peony, then scatter like a cascading river of stars, weaving one magnificent tapestry after another against the canvas of the night sky.

Amidst the Cloud Sea, musicians plucked at their strings. To the clear, soaring melodies, dancers with wide, flowing sleeves twirled and swayed, their robes fluttering as if they were celestial Fairies descending from the heavens.

"Wow, it's so lively! Senior Sister really doesn't know how to enjoy herself. She could have left any time, but no, she had to leave the Sect right when the Dao Sect is holding a grand celebration that only happens once a century."

Yu Xiaoyan stood on the Spiritual Ship, gazing out at the beautiful scenery above Xuanyuan City and gasping in amazement.

Beside her, Ye Liyuan heard this and quickly rapped Yu Xiaoyan on the head, then glanced with concern at her white-robed Dao Companion.

Regarding Yueqiu's departure without a word, although Pei Yuhang never brought it up, Ye Liyuan knew he definitely couldn't let go of his eldest disciple.

Pei Yuhang stood silently at the bow of the ship. The night wind rustled his long robes, making his figure seem even more cool and aloof. His expression was placid as he suddenly spoke.

"Xiaoxiao, why don't you go on ahead and enjoy the celebration."

Pei Yuhang's words made Yu Xiaoyan instantly nervous.

"Master, I won't say bad things about Senior Sister anymore... I want to stay with you and Mistress."

Pei Yuhang chuckled softly and ruffled the top of her head, his voice gentle.

"I'm not punishing you. It's just that later, I need to take your Mistress to meet a few old acquaintances, and it will likely be a dull affair."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaoyan finally relaxed. Her features softened into a grin as she nodded cheerfully.

"Okay then! But Master, Mistress, you have to come back early! Don't miss the grand finale, the Spirit Bird Illusion Dance!"

With that, Yu Xiaoyan tapped her toes, rose into the air with Sword Control, and flew into the Cloud Sea Palace ahead, which was abuzz with song and dance.

Only after her small figure had completely vanished into the interplay of light and shadow did Pei Yuhang slowly unclench his fists.

—Later, he had to take Liyuan to see the Yin Yang Saint Master.

Although Shang Miaoyan had promised to ensure his safety, that woman was capricious and her methods were devious. It was best to keep Xiaoxiao far away from these undercurrents.

At this thought, Pei Yuhang glanced at the innocent-faced Ye Liyuan beside him. She was currently looking up at the Spirit Birds and dancers in the sky, completely unaware of the dangerous undercurrents flowing through the celebration.

'But that's for the best... The darkness of the past is a burden for me to bear alone.'

Pei Yuhang gently reached out and hooked his fingers around Ye Liyuan's.

Feeling her small hand being willingly enveloped by a larger one, Ye Liyuan turned back and smiled at Pei Yuhang.

"Let's go."

Just as Pei Yuhang was about to activate the Spiritual Ship, he caught a whiff of a familiar, rich fragrance.

Watching Shang Miaoyan approach through the air, clad in a red formal dress, Pei Yuhang felt the romantic atmosphere he had just created shatter into nothing.

"Sister Miaoyan~!"

In contrast to Pei Yuhang, whose expression had instantly darkened, Ye Liyuan was much happier to see her good friend arrive.

Shang Miaoyan nodded and said to the two of them,

"Palace Master Pei, Sister Liyuan, the Saint Master is waiting for you inside. Please, come with me."

With that, Shang Miaoyan turned and led the way, her long, fair legs striding forward.

Pei Yuhang moved silently behind her and sent a secret voice transmission:

What on earth is that woman, Yin Wanqing, planning to do?

I don't know what that woman wants to do either.

...

Shang Miaoyan glanced at Pei Yuhang, a trace of resentment flickering in her eyes.

Xiaohan, do you think I'm the one who deliberately told the Saint Master about your affairs?

No. I know you two have never gotten along.

Hearing such a rare note of trust in Pei Yuhang's voice, Shang Miaoyan was, for a moment, almost overwhelmed with gratification.

'How strange. I'm the dignified Saintess of the Yin Yang Sacred Land, one of the most revered women in the entire Cultivation Realm, yet my heart is pounding just because of a man's casual words of trust.'

'I... I must be broken.'

Shang Miaoyan took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in her heart, and after a moment's contemplation, continued her transmission:

Xiaohan, I don't think you need to be too worried.

From what I've observed, that woman has been in a good mood for the past two days. She probably doesn't have any ill intentions toward you.

Besides... I'm here. I'll protect you.

Pei Yuhang gazed at Shang Miaoyan's graceful and captivating back, remaining silent for a moment without saying a word.

The three of them soon entered the banquet palace. Led by Shang Miaoyan, they made their way to a private room deep within.

At the door to the room stood two Maids dressed in the attire of the Yin Yang Sacred Land. The aura of these Maids alone was at the level of Divinity Transformation Peak.

"Holy Daughter."

The two Maids bowed slightly, paying their respects to Shang Miaoyan.

Then, the carved wooden door behind the Maids slowly opened, and a rich, deep fragrance washed over them like a tide.

When Pei Yuhang smelled the fragrance, his pupils constricted.

A swirling mist materialized before him, from which emerged several stunningly beautiful dancers clad in light gauze, dancing gracefully. Their eyes flowed with charm, their crimson lips held bewitching smiles, and their slender, fair fingers beckoned to him. Golden bells at their waists chimed with their steps.

"Holy Master."

Shang Miaoyan flicked her wide sleeve and bowed slowly. After she spoke, Pei Yuhang felt a wave of clarity wash over his mind, and the seductive illusions before him instantly vanished.

He calmly straightened his robes and followed with a deep bow toward the crimson gauze curtain hanging ahead.

Beside Pei Yuhang, Ye Liyuan, whose Cultivation had not yet reached the Void Refining realm, was more deeply entranced by the fragrance. Her pretty face was so red it looked as if it might start bleeding. It was impossible to know what she had just seen, but she held her legs together awkwardly.

"Sword Immortal Pei, I've heard so much about you~ Now that I've finally met you, you are indeed exceptionally handsome."

A lazy, somewhat husky voice drifted into Pei Yuhang's and Ye Liyuan's ears.

Pei Yuhang looked up and could see the silhouette of a graceful figure on the other side of the curtain. She was reclining on a soft couch, idly twirling a lock of dark hair around her fingertip.

The Yin Yang Saint Master spoke in a slow, deliberate manner, letting out a soft chuckle that sent one's imagination running wild.

"If I were a bit younger, I might even have pursued you myself, Sword Immortal Pei."

The moment these words were spoken, the expression on Shang Miaoyan's face, standing in front of Pei Yuhang, became extremely awkward.

And as Pei Yuhang's Dao Companion, upon hearing the tone in the Yin Yang Saint Master's voice that was anything but a joke, Ye Liyuan looked as if a switch had been flipped. Her expression instantly turned terrifyingly grim.